The LA sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns of this exclusive Hollywood Hills estate. A pool party is in full swing. Jessica Simpson, trim and toned, a testament to her daily grind at the gym, nurses a sparkling water. Her blonde hair, is styled in loose waves, caught the golden hour light, framing a face that, while still familiar, holds a new, sharper definition. Her workouts had paid off; her figure is lean, her once traffic-stopping breasts now a more modest curve than in her heyday. But her legs – lean, toned and sculpted, and undeniably prize-winning – and still her signature. She feels good, invigorated, ready for this career restart. In a blue bikini top and incredibly short Daisy Dukes, she was a remarkable sight at age 45.
Across the trimmed lawn, near a cluster of palm trees, Jennifer Love Hewitt emerges from a conversation, her laugh a throaty rumble that carries above the party din. Now at age 46, she wears her extra weight with confidence, her natural curvaceousness displayed in her “look-at-me” stride. An emerald-green bikini amplifies her full figure, up top and down below.
Hewitt has worked continually on various TV shows and now enjoys media promotion for her part in the latest summer screamer flick. As her eyes sweep the crowd, she focuses in on Jessica Simpson. Jenn has seen the recent pictures, and all the weight loss promotion. Running her hand down her sides, stopping at her butt, she smirks. Hewitt is unapologetic at the 20-pound difference she holds over longtime rival Simpson, because, hell-- she ‘wears it well,’ and walks the lawn with ease and grace to stand beside Jessica.
A polite, almost imperceptible nod passed between them before the magnetic pull of unspoken rivalry engages.
"Jen. Long time no see" Jessica offers with a tight smile.
"Jessica. You're looking... svelte. New look for the comeback?" Hewitt’s smile is warmer, but her tone sharp.
"Been focuse on family and overall health. You look... well. Still rocking the shows, I hear?" Simpson counters, her eyes exploring the curves of Hewitt’s body.
"Always," Hewitt purrs, a hand absently rubbing her wide butt. "It's nice to actually be working, you know? Consistency is key."
"Consistency is great. So is reinvention. Sometimes you need to shed the old to embrace the new" she offers, still looking pointedly at Hewitt’s full figure.
Hewitt’s eyes narrowed. "Some things are worth holding onto, Jess. Like talent. Or a killer bustline. I do remember when yours was more... substantial. But now? Oof!”
The polite veneer shattered. Jessica’s temper flares, "Substantial? Darling, I'm fit and fabulous. You look like a couch-bound housewife who’s snuck out of the pantry and into the party,” she spits.
Hewitt’s eyes narrow. She retorts “I'm curvy. You're just... brittle. Like your last album."
Simpson’s face flushes. "You want brittle? Let's see who breaks first."
Without another word, Jessica steps forward, her hand shoots out to slap Hewitt’s face. Quick as a viper, Jess returns the slap. The sounds ring sharp in the fading light.
"Oh, it's on," someone whispers from the quickly forming audience.
The two women, both experienced brawlers, waste no time. Hewitt lunges, her fingers tangling in Jessica’s blonde hair. Jessica cries out, instantly retaliating, her own hands snagging a handful of Hewitt’s locks. Shouting, yanking and slapping, they scramble across the manicured lawn.
Hewitt leverages her weight advantage, knocks Jessica off balance with her hip and throws her down. Jess quickly snags Jen’s right leg and pulls her down as well. They are soon a tangle of limbs, still pulling hair as legs battle for position.
In the sunlight Hewitt’s thick, strong legs work to confine Jessica wildly toned but considerably thinner ones. More agile, Simpson rolls on top of Jenn, forcing her chest down on the brunette’s face.
“Plenty enough here to take you out,” Simpson spits.”
The brunette shoves her off. Simpson is up in an instant. She aims a well-placed knee to the still prone Hewitt's side and promptly delivers a second one, eliciting an 'oof' from the beefier woman.
Cursing, Hewitt twists around to pull Jess back down and slowly wrestles the blonde to her back. She pins one of Jessica's arms and reaches to grab the other arm, but Jessica quickly plants her feet, bucks hard. Jen holds her down. Jess tries it again, succeeding this time.
“OMG you’re as heavy as a horse,” Jess jeers.
Before Jennifer can scramble away, Jessica grabs her hair, holds her close and then uses her prize-winning legs to wrap a scissors around Hewitt’s waist, locking her in a determined grip.
"Fat as you are, these legs will break you, Jen!" Jessica threatens,
Jess twists her fingers further in her captor’s hair as she tightens her scissors, The sinews of her perfectly toned, all muscle thighs strain.
Hewitt growls, her face reddening. As she thrashes on the grass, shifting her weight from side to side, working to break Jessica’s punishing the leg hold. Hewitt’s greater weight proves to be a challenge for Jessica to control. The brunette reaches backward to yank Jessica’s hair, then plants her feet and surges up, almost breaking free, but the blonde’s strong legs pull her back down. Jenn lands on her butt but twists around enough to compromise Jesicca’s hold. The blonde relinquishes her scissors, grabs Hewitt’s arm to twist it behind her back. Jennifer slams her free arm back, her elbow catching Simpson in the chest, freeing her arm. They roll, a blonde and a brunette blur on the grass, hair flying. Separated, two hot messes stand facing each other, breathing hard.
The sounds of their grunts and sharp exclamations replace the earlier party chatter. All eyes are watching now. They form a circular ring around the combatants.
Jessica comes forward with a leap. She lands a quick, open-handed slap across Hewitt’s cheek, leaving a red mark. Hewitt curses. She tackles Jessica, knocking her onto her back. Jenn straddles Simpson pinning her down.
"Having fun yet, Jess?" Hewitt pants, a wild glint in her eyes, her chest heaving.
Jessica, utterly disheveled, squashed, is defiant. As Jenn attempts to hop forward onto her foe’s chest, Jess powers up with her legs to buck Hewitt off, sending her flying.
Both are up walking slowly inside the circle, glaring. Are they finished? Time for age-appropriate decorum? Nope. Their pace picks up. Then, with a practically synchronized urge, they re-engage. Jessica, adrenaline fueled and still enraged by the sting of Hewitt’s insults, sets her fingers into claws and stops. Hewitt, eyes calculating distance, launches herself forward. Simpson leans forward as she braces for a chest-to-chest collision but Hewitt dips low, surprising Jessica.
Jenn slams her weight into the blonde’s side. She immediately wraps an arm around Simpson’s trim waist, wraps a leg behind the blonde and hip tosses Jessica down to the grass. Simpson lands on her side, winded by the fall. Hewitt immediately plows down on top of her. Jennifer grabs blonde hair to pound Jessica’s head into the lawn repeatedly.
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Hewitt shifts her weight off her flatted foe. Kneeling beside her, she pushes the stunned Simpson to her back and smiles as her fists rain down hard on Simpson’s belly, boobs, midsection and ribs. The blonde manages to throw an elbow up to catch the brunette in her face. A second elbow follows quickly, and a third. Hewitt falls back onto her haunches, stunned. Simpson rolls away to take inventory of the damage she has absorbed. Her abs ache, her boobs throb. But she can see that Jennifer’s lip is puffy and purple.
Jessica stands up, weary but ready again. Jennifer rises, as angry as she is hurt. Hewitt rushes forward. Simpson tries to stop her advance. The brunette plows into her forcing her backward. The blonde stumbles back, hitting the rough bark of a nearby palm tree with a jolt.
Hewitt crowds in close, her larger, curvy frame pressing Jessica tight against the tree. The blonde pushes away in protest, trapped. Hewitt twists her body to jam her shoulder into her thin foe multiple times. And then her knee, powered by Hewitt’s thick thigh slams into Simpson’s belly. The brunette rams an elbow across Jessica’s chest. As the blonde wobbles, Jennifer grabs two handfuls of her hair and jerks her head down into her plus-sized chest. Hewitt is all business, okay, mixed with considerable pleasure as she buries Jessica face in abundant soft flesh. Jessica feels herself fading, airless, battered and just about helpless, her knees shake, buckling, but Jennifer holds her up.
Jenn scrubs Simpson’s head from side to side against her awesome cleavage, listening fort the blonde’s gasps and thoroughly enjoying her tremors. Finally, she wraps her arms around Jessica’s head and pulls her tight. Smiling, Jennifer steps away from the tree as she drags her captive with her. She drops to her knees with Jessica, continuing to maintain the suffocating pressure of the breast smother. Simpson’s hands slap feebly at Hewitt’s sides, but she’s cooked. Jessica is thoroughly jugged out. Hewitt tosses her down to the lawn.
“Somebody get me a drink, and then a towel,” Jennifer shouts out, “I need to jump in the pool and wash off all this blonde stink. Oh, and get me a picture of this mess,” she laughs, pointing to the napping Jessica.
A party guest walks to the dazeed blonde and empties a water bottle on her face. Jessica blinks back into the party, sputtering while flat on her back.
“Wait, what?” she stammers.
“You got your ass kicked,” the guest replies.
Oh hell no. Not like this,” she mutters, a defiant spark igniting in her consciousness, “Not after all this work to come back…”
Jessica stands, runs her hands through her hair and takes off like a shot after Hewitt. Hewitt is too busy chatting away to hear the commotion behind her. Like the Texas cowgirl she is, Simpson overtakes the brunette, wraps her arms around her head and bulldogs Hewitt into the grass. The crowd gasps as Jennifer is splattered, belly down on the lawn. Simpson ignores them. She drops down on the brunette’s back and locks in a camel clutch. Hewitt yowls as Simpson locks her arms around the brunette’s chin and pulls up, mercilessly.
“Give up Hewitt. Give up you fat cow,” Jess screams. Not woke at all, she’s all about body shaming now!
“Lemme go,” the brunette stammers. Please you’re hurting me,” Jenn pleads.
The crowd thinks this is not going to end well. Sentiment comes to Hewitt’s rescue.
“Let her go, Jess. Get off her,” they challenge.
“Fine,” Simpson spits, as she unlocks her arms to leg the brunette collapse to the grass.
The blonde grabs a beer cup for a gawker and pours it on Jennifer’s head.
“You always were a loser. Now you’re a fat loser,” Jess pronounces.
Hewitt turns to her side, sputtering as she faces Jess. “You need a sneak attack to beat me,” she challenges.
“F**k that,” Jess spits. “Your weight isn’t enough of an advantage? Do you ready want to go again right now—fine get up off your fat ass and let’s go again.”
Simpson turns and walks away from the crowd, back to where they fought before. Hewitt is up on her feet. Someone hands her a towel to wipe beer and lawn from her face. Jenn heads toward Simpson, seething.
As Hewitt moves into range, watchers circle up around them. Jennifer marches up to Jess and slaps her face. Jessica quickly backhands Jenn’s face. Two bodies slam together as each woman grabs the other’s hair, shaking and ripping as they stumble then fall to the grass. Simpson manages to shift her weight enough to land on top of Hewitt. She spreads her legs wide to stop Jenn from shoving her over while the brunette tries mightily to do just that. Both faces turn red as this mini contest slowly plays out. Jess can feel the momentum shift against her as Jennifer gains ground, lifting Jess over to her side.
Smartly, Jess stops resisting. As she rolls, she jams a leg under Jenn. Her lean legs quickly wrap around Hewitt’s waist, locking in scissors. Hewitt thrashes, grunting, squirming, trying to dislodge her. Jessica’s vice is breath-taking, honed by hours of leg presses and squats. The blonde twists her body, using all the leverage she can muster to force Hewitt onto her back, continuing to apply all the pressure she can. Reaching her arms out, Jess wraps her hands around Hewitt’s head.
“Give up now, you fat cow!” Jess screams.
“F**k you! Jenn stammers.
“You’d like, but it ain’t happening today,” Simpson jeers.
Jessica is all business, eyes focused on her captive’s agony. Hewitt plants her feet, shifts her weight, trying to turn away and break free. Failing at that she tries to turn toward Simpson. Big mistake. Jessica smiles, she grabs Jenn around her head and pulls the brunette’s face into her chest. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, Jessica can feel Hewitt’s body tremble with each squeeze. Simpson is invigorated. Hewitt is exhausted. The blond takes her time tormenting her adversary.
Hewitt lets out a strangled, muffled gurgle. Her hands slap and clutch at the blonde’s body, frantically at first, then slowly, then stop. Hewitt is helpless, completely at Simpson’s mercy.
“She’s done, you’ve won, Jess. Let her go,” someone the circle calls out.
Jessica leans in close to Hewitt’s ear, her voice a low, triumphant rasp.
"You called me brittle, Jenn? My legs are solid gold. Do you feel me—yeah you know you do,” Simpson jeers.
The blonde uncoils her legs as she lifts Jenn’s head out of her chest. Tears roll down Hewitt’s whimpering, thoroughly defeated face.
Jessica, disheveled but victorious, stands up. She toes Hewitt’s boobs, catches her bikini top and pulls it down.
“Damn women, those things are still huge,” the blonde laughs as she heads to the pool house to clean up and rejoin the party.
